a solitary song
brightening
the grey morning
The Light Of Music
Leaves, Reeds, Lilies
autumn
sneaking in
amidst the green
Wishbone
the river and the tree
share the wish
of deliverance
Barely There
within a camouflage
of pollen and reflections
ducks converge
Wooden Lotus
risen and floating
the uprooted stump
blooms like a lily
Mountain View
the view
and morning quiet
mend my soul
Better Than Oz
my March wish granted
as far as the eye can see
the world is emerald green
Earth Awakens
first flowers rise
the river’s belly is full
everything tilts towards more
We’ve Arrived
the day
blue and sparkling
banishing winter
The Mirrored World
at the river bank
we are given
fresh perspective
River Side
winter holds the river still
but the sun has returned
giving soft pine needle ground
Winter Poet
cattails write
a single line of poetry
on the river’s icy page
Faith Accumulates
by the river side
I place my prayers
to drift like snow
Steps
quiet is the courage
that puts one foot
in front of the other
Still Open
the current
evading
cold’s hold
December Oxbow
the first coat
of winter’s
white
The River And The Wildflower
movement kept
within
the stillness
End Of The Rainbow
colors gathered
on the ripples
in the light
Light And Water Falls
in the presence
of transience’s beauty
peace flows
Clouds Like The Day’s Breath
in November’s dark
the light is brighter
and the blues colder
October Tableau
the shadows and leaves
a collage
depicting time
Faith In Mystery
there was
a needed reassurance
in the river’s soft corner
Blue Diamonds
glinting
with sunshine
and raindrops
Markers
side by side
the pyramid and cairn
left to hold a place in time
As The Sun Rose
dreams lingered
like dew drops
on leaf tips
Summer Sun
a string of white lights
bellflowers reaching
for the sun
Witnesses
flowers keep watch
over the landscape’s rise
from its misty morning blanket
Summer Flew In
June morning
the world opened wide
all possibilities expanded
Reassurance
constants
the river, the mountain
the flowers return
the renewal of spring
Dreaming Green
the leaves and moss
the water and silt
an endless becoming